as pilgrims here – we sometimes journey to who know what – to who know what? come and sing this simple story that god forgot – that life forgot don’t you know god is disabled is disabled clouds may gather all around you but he’s disabled he’s no friend to the friendless and he1s the mother of grief there’s only sorrow for tomorrow surely, life is to brief surely, lovy is to brief don’t you know god is disabled is disabled clouds may gather all around you but he’s disabled…